A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

Evans was born at

picked the

there was a simple building with windows that had a Light

here would feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa in a warm house while looking at

no

His thin stature made

almost

had lived two months longer than the doctor

behind him with a glass

you to take the medicine,” Peter

like he had not heard

murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day.

when he heard

“Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would cook your favorite

also her favorite food,” Mark

he cautiously suggested, “How about

he began to fumble

then, he stopped

It seemed it was

not call her,”

give Cecilia too much

to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him

“Please take your medicine.

I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can

the medicines from him and

he lay on the bed, and a nurse came in to help put on the

was done, Mark looked sideways at

phone got weaker and weaker until he finally

for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream

hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that Cecilia

doctor had almost

still alive. He had lived two months longer than the

glass of water and medicine in his

time for you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded

Mark seemed like he

staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the

twitched when he heard

the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would cook

favorite food,” Mark

suggested, “How

began to fumble in his pocket for

stopped and shook his

It seemed it was better if he never called her at all. He knew

not call her,” he said to

to give Cecilia too much

this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass

“Please take your medicine.

you can go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can

the medicines from him and swallowed them without a

a nurse came in to help put

was done, Mark looked

got weaker

was rare for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it was

where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that Cecilia was still

behavior was much

a while and call him “Uncle Mark” when she got

this Cecilia in his

in his arms and gently stroked his face,

point, Mark

of the hospital room were white, just like

gently closed

needed

cold all over his body. He felt Life without Cecilia was a hopeless

to buy

foreign nurse was in

to return home.

cooked, and the apartment

he knew he couldn’t change

give up as long as

hate him, even if he wouldn’t survive and

stay strong and fight his

finding it difficult to go back

the bed and started to make paper planes.

once told Mark that he would invent a plane when he grew up. The plane would be so

said he wanted to go

Mark’s pale fingers trembled as he thought of

Peter came back to

had run into a snowstorm on his way, so

in time. The pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said to his boss with

planes Mark had been making and he pursed his

planes and smiled

some of your pumpkin

Mark only actually

more

put down the spoon because he

narrowed his eyes and looked

home and

Angela’s Library

Peter cheerfully assured him. But he could see that Mark was

he could ask him about it, Mark’s phone rang.

around 4

the caller ID. For a

misses you,” Peter urged in

broke into

silly boy,”

It was an international call, so the

sounded a little

said, “Cecilia gave birth to a girl.

birth to a girl that had been named

in which Mark held the phone trembled so violently that he couldn’t say anything

said,

Mark closed his eyes.

you

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

Waylen said, “Mark, no matter what, I hope

knew that except for the emotional entanglement with

half of his life. He

Mark sniffed and

he never even dared to ask to

was eager to hear what had been discussed since all he’d heard

“What happened?” he asked.

of the bed in silence. After a while, he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia

this and he did

great,” he said

day of the new year. And Olivia is a very pretty

in agreement and began to stroke one of the paper

really wanted to fly back home to

Angela’s Library

glance would

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